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Trying to complain about my job and boss to someone who is a capitalist dick rider is like trying to tell a serial killer that murder sucks I swear to God.

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Working on all the projects, big and small! Finally landed a job just last month which has been my priority but definitely still writing in my free time! Gonna be "me" focused for a while! Hoping to move out before August and go back to school for med stuff and hopefully have a more casual living situation from there on out!

Things will be posted in the meantime!!! I have all the drafts and ideas saved for me to continue to work on them without forgetting or not knowing what to put! Thank you all for your patience! Stay safe, love y'all!

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Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

If not all, specify which ones in the tags.

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For a writing prompt/idea: Maybe Stan and Ford trading silly jokes on the Stan O War (I’ve always loved the headcanon that Ford finds the cringey dumb uncle jokes Stan tells to be absolutely hilarious, to the point of wheeze-laughing)

Dumb Grunkle Jokes

CW: Uncle jokes

Thank you for the prompt! I really enjoyed this and trying to find/make up jokes for this LOL! I love the idea that while Stan is recovering his memories, his uncle jokes persevered and came back even stronger.

Hope you enjoy!

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Ford resisted at first. He drew the line at giving Stanley the pleasure of knowing his dumb jokes actually drew out even as much as a smirk from him.

After a massive squid attack; "looks like someone was short a few tickles,"

Cue the confused look from Ford; "What?"

"To make an octopus laugh," Stan explained, "it takes ten-tickles (tentacles),"

"That was a giant squid, Stanley, not an octopus,"

Though, Ford would have to admit, it took him a few minutes too long to actually understand the joke. This was but a taste of Stan's joke artillery and Ford would get plenty of practice processing jokes.

"I still can't believe Shermie had kids-- no less grandkids!" Ford laughed, rocking in his seat next to Stan. "Dipper and Mabel-- glad they didn't keep the whole, "matching twin names," for them,"

Stan chuckled. "Actually, they did keep that trend going," he corrected. "Dipper's just a nickname-- they're Mason and Mabel Pines,"

Ford gawked at Stan. "Really?" He hummed, astonished. "Shame,"

"Yeah, to be honest, I wish they'd come to me to name them," Stan began, almost hesitant. "Mabel would be 'Denise',"

Stan paused, causing his twin to peer at him curiously. "And Dipper?" Ford dared ask.

He watched with horror as a massive grin spread across Stan's face. "Denephew,"

And yet, Ford himself couldn't resist the even wider smile and the hearty laugh from escaping. "Denephew!" He chortled.

Stan stared off into the ocean, soaking in the laughter he converted to pride.

**

Stan figured out that the element of surpise played a major role in the effectiveness of his jokes. Ford would expect jokes in repetition-- so Stan waited until he knew Ford forgot about his antics.

"Lunch time and no one told me?" Stan entered the small captain's cabin.

Ford was sitting at an even smaller table inside, sandwich in hand. He looked up at Stan and squinted. "I told you I was making food,"

"Don't remember that," Stan said quickly and dismissively. "What kind'a sandwich you got there?"

"Ham and turkey? You know we only have ham and turkey," Ford began to suspect something was brewing.

"I'd be careful, Ford," Stan began, "I had a prison-mate who got addicted to deli-meats,"

Ford groaned-- yet his smile betrayed his noised expression. "He had to go cold turkey!" Stan burst out laughing-- causing Ford to allow his own levee's to break. The older men hollered and snickered together-- Stan smacking Ford's back and Ford pushing Stan away.

"H-Hey, you know--," Stan stammered through his laughter. "--The Yeast you could do is-- is offer me one, too!"

Ford's laughter ceased and was replaced by a long breath released in a whistle. His wheeze was proceeded by laughter again. He pounded his fist on the table and wiped away the tears pricking his eyes.

"No more!" Ford cried humorously. "I yield!"

Stan was shaking-- his hand on Ford, which, in turn, shook Ford as well. The guffaws continued for longer than Ford would ever want to admit.

**

The twins sat quietly, close the rails of their boat. Both held a rod, occasionally bobbing it and reeling it in ever so slightly. Sometimes, one of them would reel back in and re-cast the line in hopes of hitting a more popular spot.

"Say, Stanley," Ford hummed. "I have to know-- where do you get all your jokes from?"

Stan chuckled and pointed to his head. "All up here," he responded. "You got number smarts-- I got joke smarts,"

"Hehe," Ford noised. "Impressive, honestly-- like a mountain,"

Stan looked at Ford out of the corner of his eye. A confused look on his face. "What'd'ya mean?"

Ford smiled widely and stared at Stan knowingly. "You're Hill-arious!"

Safe to say, there were no fish-- and wouldn't be any-- within a three-mile radius of The Stan O' War II.

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No smut, no underage character(s) romantically, and no incest. Will do romantic and platonic scenarios-- character x character or reader x character. Fluff, angst, and whatnot are on the table. Willing to handle heavy topics.

I promise I don't bite!

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Genuine; Part II

Bill x Male!Reader, Gravity Falls x M!Reader

While trying to get some work done, a customer appears! However, your shop is closed, locked, and the customer has pulled himself out of your notebook. A triangle named Bill Cipher loves your shop and has an offer you simply can't refuse!

CW: Made up words/names, Bill Cipher, possession, arson, implied death, I read over it once

You shut the lights out in your shop, enveloping your shelves and tables of merchandise in darkness. Quickly, you made your way to your small office in the back-- sitting down with a small lamp, a notebook, and a pen.

You clicked the pen. "Klauthel wants the TR65--," you scribbled frantically. "--But the only one with a TR65 in this dimension is Jhaula-- and Jhaula will only part ways with it if they can get The Remington,"

To most, your words were total nonsense. In your field, these were highly regarded objects. "I can get The Remington, but the cost and time is far too much-- even for Klauthel's Yggdrasil,"

The words and lines on your page formed a strange path. You pause and tap your pen on the book for a while. "What if we gave The Remington to Klauthel?" You hesistantly wrote the new plan. "Klauthel will happily hand over Yggdrasil knowing Jhaula will come crawling on their knees for The Remington with the TR65 in hand,"

Your writing quickened and a smile formed. You dropped the pen, grabbed your folders, and began to skim through them. You muttered, "Remington," under your breath whilst scanning the papers.

You stopped.

Your area was cold and gray now. You look around, confused yet curious. "You're quite the bargainer, kid!" A voice echoed from your notebook.

You looked-- jumping up and backward as the triangle you drew glowed yellow and seemingly ripped itself out of the page. An eye opened and black appendages formed. It wore a bowtie, top-hat, and carried a cane.

"What the--! Who are you-- no, what are you?" You quickly interrogated. "My shop is riddled with sigils and protection spells!"

The triangle laughed and waved at you dismissively. "Those are for evil entities who wish to do you harm!" He explained, grabbing and tipping his hat. "The name's Cipher-- Bill Cipher! I'm no evil entity and I certainly don't wish you any harm!"

You squint. "Then, what do you want?"

"To buy, of course!" He was quickly beside you with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Such a wonderful shop, how could anyone resist!"

Bill snapped his fingers. In the blink of an eye, you and the sentient shape were behind the counter of the main shop area. You stumbled-- unprepared for the travel.

"How did you--?"

"Holy smokes!" Bill zipped to your hanging artifacts. "Is that The Anguished Man? And The Crying Boy!"

"Y-yeah," you respond. "You know them? You know they're--?"

"--Cursed!" Bill finished-- surprising you.

"And you're interested?" You confirm.

"Of course!" Bill zipped back to you. "I'm not looking to purchase those paintings, but I am hoping to trade for some Pixie Dust!"

"Pixie Dust is fairly pricey, Mr. Cipher--,"

"--Oh, please, just call me Bill!"

"Bill," you begin again. "How much are you looking to try and trade for?"

"How about three jars?" Bill adjusted himself to lean on his case whilst in the air.

"T-Three?" Your eyes widen. "Uh-- Bill, the-- that's my entire inventory-- surely you cannot possibly have anything to offer me that's worth trading,"

"Don't be so sure about that, kid." Bill snapped his fingers again.

Your counter cleared and was replaced with glistening and dull objects alike. Many large, many small. You couldn't help the excitement that flooded your insides when your eyes landed on each object. You gasp and snicker giddily.

"That's--! That's a scale of Justice! And--! Well--! That--!" You point and admire at every thing you saw. "No way! The Horns of Magnus! How did you get any of this stuff?"

You look at Bill-- though he was only an eye on a triangle, you could see the pride. He put his hand out as though to admire nails on his fingers.

"I'm a collector like yourself, [Y/N]," he responded. "I have more reach than just this dimension, though,"

"Wh--why are you willing to part with some of these magnificent finds for three jars of Pixie Dust?" You question further.

"I'm planning on a huge party soon!" Bill explained excitedly. "Me and my buddies will be celebrating my move to a new dimension! Unfortunately, these possessions simply can't come with-- so, may as well use them to get party favors!"

You cross your arms, close your eyes, and hum. "Bill here has a lot of great stuff-- stuff that could really put your shop on the map!"

"But, this is too good to be true. There has to be a catch! Three jars of Pixie Dust for interdimensional treasure? I'm just not sure,"

"Remain humble and don't try to over-trade in your favor-- maybe then it'll just be an even trade, and it won't be too good,"

You open your eyes-- Bill slowly inched his open hand to you. "What do you say? We have a deal? Three jars of Pixie Dust for any object of your choosing?"

You take in a deep breath. "We have a deal." You shook his hand. "I'd also appreciate it if you could tell all your friends about my shop. It's been... less than busy, these days,"

"That won't be a problem at all!" Bill laughed. "My 'friends,' will be asking all about you,"

You quirk your head. "Asking about me? Why?"

"Cuz I'll be wearing your face!"

"What?!"

You felt Bill's grip tighten and then a yank at your arm. You yell in fright as you feel yourself suddenly unrestrained by gravity. You spun through the air, barely able to even yourself out and turn around to face Bill.

But he was gone. "Cipher!" You yell-- but your voice was different. It wasn't full-- it echoed in the space unnaturally.

Your eyes widen as you noticed. Your body was leaning against your counter-- barely holding itself up. "Wh-- what? Wait--!" You look down at yourself-- seeing your form was translucent. You reach for your face but your hand went right through. "Oh-- oh no,"

A giggle broke the silence. You recognised it-- it was your voice. The giggle turned to laughter as your body straightened out and large yellow eyes with black slits stared at you. "You humans are so easy to trick!" Bill mocked.

"B-But--! M-my sigils! My spells!" Your eyes darted around for answers.

"You got protections on your building." Bill laughed as he pointed at your head with your finger. "But not your mind!"

"Th--that whole interaction," you pause, "was in my head?"

"Sure was genius," he spat. "With this bad-boy, I intend on taking over your dimension and launching a party that never ends!"

Bill began to walk-- albeit extremely unnaturally. He swayed and dipped-- the arms swinging around aimlessly and without control. He giggled and gasped excitedly with each movement. You cringe as you watch.

"Whoa--! Wait, what are you doing!?" You watched your body go to the shelves and lean against them. "H-Hang on--!"

Bill shoved the shelf backwards. It crashed into the next shelf, which continued until all the shelves had collided into one another and even crushed a few tables with it.

"I'm going to burn your shop to the ground." Bill didn't smile-- his piercing eyes bore into your spirit. "You have too much stuff here that could be used against me,"

"Wh-- you possessed me to destroy stuff that could kill you!?" You shout angrily. "In what world would I even use my stuff against you! I barely met you!"

"Not you-- but Pine Tree, Shooting Star, and Sixer will surely come here knowing you have things." Bill moved to the next shelves. "I can't afford them getting their hands on any of it!" He yelled, pushing the next shelf over and causing the same destruction.

He laughed loudly as you watched in awe. Dust and debri flew into the air. Much of your items were destroyed on the floor, on the walls, and even on the ceiling. Fluids stained your tile. Powders mixed with it and created clumps of magical mud. You stopped paying mind to Bill and only looked at the remains of your shop.

Your head only snapped to look at him when you heard the crack of a match. The stick burned in your possessed hands for a moment before Bill flicked it into your shelves. You flew to it. Your hands swiped for it-- but it passed through you.

Blue and purple flames burst from the shelves and spread quickly. Bill laughed hysterically while walking towards the front doors-- barely missing the flames.

"No!" You shout. "My shop! Please!"

"Begging won't get you anywhere, kid," Bill stated.

You speed over to Bill and point aggressively. "You are messin' with the wrong guy!" You hiss. "You better hope I never get my body back! Trust me-- the second I do, you'll never know peace again!"

Bill smiled. He smiled with your teeth. His eyes glanced around a moment. He didn't really seem to acknowledge your threat. Bill bent down and grabbed something from the flames-- something that had yet to be touched by the heat.

"Say, isn't this an obsidian bolo-tie?" He held up the accessory.

Your expression fell into confoundment. You glance from the rock to Bill. "Wh--? Uh-- yeah, it is,"

"And obsidian is great for absorbing energy,"

That was the last thing you heard before everything went black. This wasn't a darkness you saw while you slept-- it didn't pass quickly or create images to keep you entertained. It was the embodiment of nothing after death. You couldn't even think up the horrors of forever being stuck in this abyss. This was truly nothing in its purest form.

Nothing before-- nothing after-- and certainly nothing now.

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A/N; Still cooking up Part four of Family Reunion! Trying to figure somethings out and how to get there. Really wanted to write more for Genuine, so here is Part two! I do have a more clear idea of what I'm doing with this series. Thank you for reading!

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Working on part four of Family Reunion! It won't be the final part-- might be another part or two before I consider it finished. I do want to work on Genuine because I have some banger ideas for that one.

Anywhoooo! Here is the little summary I have for part IV of Family Reunion! Slight spoilers, so proceed with caution!

"Did something happen? When hasn't something happened? From childhood to adulthood, something has always happened. You are reminded of this, over and over and over in your own personalised Hell. As you cycle through everything, you begin to wonder who to curse for all of this; Bill Cipher or your own father, Stanford Pines."

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Family Reunion; Part III

Dad!Ford x GN!Reader (Familial)

Everything builds up into one weak moment where your mind is vulnerable. A certain triangular being is prepared to take full advantage of this. In the end, it may be too late to realise that mistakes have been made.

CW: I got bored and skipped a bunch to reach what I wanted to write, deceit, Bill Cipher

You followed Ford and Dipper back to the shack. They spoke to each other the whole way back-- going on and on about how cool the alien spacecraft was and Ford talking about way back when he used to go there all the time. You walked behind them, staring at their backs. They both had genuine smiles spread across their faces while they spoke.

"When was the last time I smiled at him like that?"

You stopped following them when you reached The Mystery Shack. The sun was beginning to set. Ford and Dipper continued into the shack, even shutting the door behind themselves. You took a deep sigh before you redirected your steps and made your way to your pond.

"When was the last time he smiled at me like that?"

You sat by the pond, legs up to your chest, and your arms resting on your knees. You flicked pebbles into the water, watching the ripples even themselves out.

"You're older now-- he can't bond with an adult. He can bond with a kid like Dipper,"

"He probably prefers a kid that's actually related to him, too,"

"Dipper's more like him than I am,"

"Maybe, you shouldn't have opened the portal,"

You shook your head at the last thought, groaning out loud. "He's your dad!" You reason to yourself, now holding your head. "He wouldn't just abandon you, right?"

You sighed and grabbed a stick nearby. "We can still hang out," you whisper. "Me, dad, and-- and Dipper, I guess,"

You draw stick figures in the dirt. A tall one, a shorter one, and then, a good distance away, another tall one. "Why are you being such a baby about it? You're a full-grown adult!" You toss the stick, now angry with yourself.

"Just move on, like everyone else,"

"[Y/N]?"

You shake in place and spin your head around to face the unexpected visitor. "Oh--! D-Dad, sorry," you say quickly. "I-- I didn't see you there, I thought you and Dipper were fixing the rift,"

Ford walked over and sat beside you. He glanced at the drawing in the dirt. "It was a quick process, we already patched it," he responded.

"Oh, good,"

There was a pause. "Are you alright?"

You feel your face heat up and you began to fiddle with your fingers. "I-- I mean, yeah--," you stop yourself. "--No, no, actually, I-- I'm not,"

Ford sighed. "I know what it's about,"

"Do you?" You turn to him. "It feels like every time you 'know', you don't actually know,"

Ford's face softened when he turned to you. "It's about me and Dipper, isn't it?" Your eyes widened as he continued. "I offered him that apprenticeship and you feel like I accept Dipper more as my kid than you-- my actual kid,"

"Wow," you say without thinking. "Y-yeah-- sorry, I-- I'm just... I'm upset,"

Ford chuckled quietly. "I understand. That offer I gave Dipper? It doesn't mean anything," Ford explained.

"Wh--what?" Your brows raise. "Dipper's gonna be really disappointed if you go back on your word,"

"In what world are a boy's parents going to allow their son to run off with his estranged uncle?" Ford asked, a humorous look on his face. "No matter how many PhDs I have, I am sure they would prefer their son closer to home and safe,"

Your lips tighten to a line and you look down at the dirt in front of you. "W-well, when you say it like that," you began, "I-- I sort'a feel silly, now,"

Ford stood up. "Don't worry about it." He smiled and offered his hand. "It's going to be all right, I promise,"

You smile back and accept the help, rising to your feet. Your smile drops. You look around the area-- finally noticing the halted movements in everything. The dragonfly stopped mid-air, the water's ripples stopped in motion, and the bird stuck in the air above you. You look back at "Ford" with wide eyes and try to pull away-- but the grip is stone-tight.

"W-Wait!" You yelled. "Stop! Y-you can't do this!"

"Ford's" face began to melt as the all too familiar laugh rang out into the grayed mindscape. Ford's hand turned into Bill's hand, his large eye staring a hole into you.

"Thanks for the body, kid!" Bill laughed and pulled you forward.

You felt yourself spiral through the air. You managed to even yourself out and turn to face your body rising from the ground.

Yellow eyes and a large smile, not natural to yourself, looked up at you. "What're you doing!?" You screamed, rushing to follow.

"Bringing about the end of the world," Bill replied bluntly. "What else?" He laughed and walked off smoothly-- but not towards the shack.

You watched Bill walk into the forest. You froze in place-- not by any outside power to try and prevent you from following your body. You froze out of fear. Your mind sped around you at a million miles a minute. "I-- I need to tell Dad!"

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Mabel was stuffed inside her sweater and rocking herself back and forth. A plain beige backpack sat beside her-- failing to provide any comfort. The only sounds to be emitted were the sniffles of sorrow.

"Mabel?" Your voice called out. "Are you alright?"

Mabel poked her eyes out to peer at you. "Sweater-town isn't accepting any visitors." She buried her face back into the sweater. "How did you even find me?"

You approached. "I wasn't really lookin', kid." You explained and sat beside her. "Sort'a came out to get some fresh air,"

"Why is this happening?" Her voice cracked and squeaked. "Summer's ending, school is gonna be horrible, and I won't even have Dipper back home!"

Mabel cried and shook. "Ah-- jeez, kid, I-- I'm sorry," you tried to comfort. "I-- I get it, y'know? The one person that's supposed to always be there with you isn't there-- it hurts,"

"I wish Summer wasn't ending-- I- I wish at least Dipper wouldn't accept that stupid offer!"

"I hear'ya," you agreed. "Dad's more interested in mentorin' Dipper than he is interested in hangin' out with his own kid-- I wish I had more time with him,"

Mabel sniffled and removed herself from the sweater to look at you. "Isn't there something we can do?"

You sighed and shrugged. "Not unless you got some orb on a small pedestal," you chuckle.

Mabel brightened. "I-- I think Dipper has some weird nerd thing like that in here." She grabbed the beige bag and began to rifle through it before pulling The Rift out. "Is this what you're talking about?"

You smiled widely. "Oh! Yeah! Do you know what we can do with this?" You held The Rift tightly. "Mabel, you can get a longer summer with Dipper and I can get my dad back!"

"Really?" Mabel smiled-- hope fluttering in her mind.

"Of course!"

Your grip tightened around The Rift. Your smile became more and more unnatural the longer it stayed on your face. Your eyes weren't quite reflecting the correct colours anymore. Just as Mabel's mind began to wonder-- The Rift shattered in your hands. The glass pierced through your skin and the contents of the orb spilled onto you and the ground.

"What!?" Mabel yelled in shock.

She almost couldn't hear herself over your deranged laughter. Your yellow eyes brightened-- connecting the dots in Mabel's mind.

"W-wait! No!"

You flicked your fingers-- causing Mabel to collapse into unconsciousness. Your body began to float before Bill released it and allowed it to fall to the ground.

You flutter your eyes open and wince as pain flies from your hands and up your arms. You roll onto your stomach and spot Mabel's body. "I--I'm so sorry! Mabel!" You tried to crawl and reach for her.

Your movements are halted though as both your body and Mabel's body were lifted through the air. Mabel's body became encased in a ball of rock-- a shooting star branded onto it.

Your eyes began to fall heavy-- your hand weakly shaking towards the rock flying away from you. The last image to haunt your mind was Bill's eye shooting a red beam at you. The final thought before you were thrown into your own mind;

"Dad, please help-- I'm sorry!"

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Genuine

Gravity Falls x Male!Reader (platonic)

You opened up shop in Gravity Falls to sell your assortment of odd and strange items! It seems your genuine items of weird are overshadowed by the fake and plastic items of The Mystery Shack, sparking a competition between you and old man Stan Pines.

CW: Bickering, name-calling, not proof-read

"This is a hack!" "What a sham!" "It doesn't even look real!"

These words had an impact when you first opened up shop. Now, those words were the norm. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as the people insulted you, your products, and then left. You had the occasional pleasant interaction.

The occasional purchase. Those few times a regular supernatural believer came in to buy something were enough for you to want to keep the shop open. You didn't have employees, you didn't have a mortgage, and you didn't have a lot of expenses.

Most of all, there was one man you stayed open for. Mostly out of spite. "Stan Pines," you grumble at the old man in front of you in line. "Buying more glue and tape to put your fake product together?"

Stan turned around and stared with a blank look. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Seriously?" You scoff. "We've met several times over the past 30 years-- stop pretending you don't know me,"

"Oh!" Stan laughed. "You're the weirdo with the weirdo shop down weirdo lane,"

"Real mature," you comment sarcastically. "With a personality like that, it's no wonder people flock to your Mystery Hack,"

"Yeah, maybe you should take some notes," Stan taunted. "I could show you how to get actual customers-- but it'll cost ya... five-- no, ten bucks,"

"I may be the weirdo but you're demented,"

"Demented and making money,"

You nod. "I hate you,"

"Get in line," Stan chuckled. "You aren't the first and certainly won't be the last,"

"Can you say the same about making friends?"

Stan opened his mouth and furrowed his brows aggressively. "Next!" The cashier interrupted.

Stan grumbled and placed his items on the belt. You smirk and place your items behind his. Another battle won.

It wasn't a goal to put the Man of Mystery out of business. All you wanted was to do better than him, really. It didn't start out that way, though.

The door to your shop rung-- causing you to shoot up from your seat and crash into your counter to face the doors. You furrowed your brows and your eyes slowly looked down at the short figures that had entered.

"Uh? Are you kids lost? This isn't an arcade," you explain to the two.

"This is Mr. [Y/LN]'s Occult Shop, right?" The boy asked, looking around nervously.

You nod. "Yeah," you respond. "You two new? I never seen you around,"

"We're here for the summer!" The girl excitedly explained, a wild smile on her face. "Your shop is so cool!"

You chuckle. "Thanks,"

"We aren't really here to buy anything." The boy approached the counter, holding a tattered book. "We were wondering if you knew anything about this journal? I-- I found it in the woods and it's got a lot of weird stuff,"

He set the book on the counter. You stare at the emblem on the cover-- a six-fingered hand with a large '3' drawn in the centre. You hum and gently pick it up and examine it.

"I've never seen anything like it," you say. "It does document a lot of truth, it seems,"

You flipped through the pages, noting the familiar creatures. "You know about the weirdness in Gravity Falls?" The boy stared, wide-eyed.

You set the book down and laugh. "Look around, kid." You motion around your shop. "I sell most of the weirdness. And it's real! Unlike that junk at The Mystery Hack,"

"Hey!" The girl pulled herself up to the counter, a frown and furrowed brows now plastered to her face instead. "Our Grunkle runs that place!"

You squint. "Pines," you seethe. "Did your 'Grunkle' Stan Pines send you here? What is this, then, huh? You mockin' me?"

"No! No, no, no!" The boy waved his hands around. "I-I'm Dipper-- this is my sister, Mabel. Our Grunkle doesn't believe in any of this and I was really hoping you'd have answers,"

You continued your squinted stare. You placed your palms on the counter and released a deep sigh. "I'll lift the Pines Ban just for you two-- just this once!" You announced, holding a defiant finger up. "I can't tell you much about this journal. Dunno who wrote it or why-- I can tell you that most of the information in there is accurate,"

"We sort'a already found that out," Dipper explained.

"We fought gnomes!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Wow! You found out the hard way," you chuckled. "How did you find out about my shop? It's not really as grand as Stan's Mystery Shack,"

"Funny enough, it was Grunkle Stan who mentioned it," Dipper responded. "When we mentioned gnomes and weird Gravity Falls stuff, he told us we sounded as crazy as 'the weirdo who owns the weirdo shop down weirdo lane,'"

You groan. "That sounds about right,"

"How do you know our Grunkle Stan?" Mabel tilted her head as she asked.

You grumble. "It's a bit of a... story..."

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I was fresh outta high school when I began collecting strange stuff. I hitched rides around the entire U.S., taking what I could find.

At first; it was just collecting-- no intention to sell at all. Then, I began trading. I had strange things that others wanted-- and, wouldn't you know it, they had something stranger I wanted.

I made all sorts of deals and trades. Finally, though, all my bags had been filled. I couldn't travel anymore with all that junk! So, I set up a small shop where I was; here! Gravity Falls, 1980. I believe I was... 20, at the time. It wasn't anything official-- I just needed to get rid of some of my things and make some money while I was at it. I fully intended on getting out the moment I could!

But then, I discovered the weirdness of Gravity Falls. It was everything someone like me could wish for! Not just strange items-- but strange beings as well! Strange places and strange people! I continued my trading within Gravity Falls and two years later, I officially opened up my shop!

That's when... Stanford Pines opened up his Murder Hut, or whatever he called it. He opened up his shop at the same time as mine! And he was getting more business than me! Oh! I was fuming! I-- I was, more rational back then, though.

Maybe, I was jumping to conclusions. Don't knock it till you try it! I went on over to that Shack and took a tour.

When I saw what he had, I couldn't help but ask; "Oh, you're running a tourist trap?"

He didn't let his facade drop for a second. "What? No! This is all real freaky stuff!" He responded joyfully. "I mean, just take a look at this!"

He held up a taxidermied badger body with a taxidermied mouse head sewn onto it. "Oh, right," I knew he didn't believe himself-- he knew I didn't believe him, either. "I-- I run my own shop about two miles from here. It's crazy, actually, we opened up on the same day!"

That's when he dropped his smile and the taxidermy amalgamation. "That occult shop? Here scopin' out the competition?" His cheer was gone from his voice. "Look, bub, I got important stuff to deal with. I don't need no occult freak here debunking all my work and takin' me outta business when I jus' got started,"

"I-- Oh, I don't intend on--,"

"--Get out,"

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"And that's how I met Stan," you finished. "For the past 30 years, we've been competitors,"

"Wow," Dipper breathed out. "That... sounds exactly like how Grunkle Stan would react to your shop,"

"He's very unpleasant," you comment. "You guys aren't, though. Maybe there's hope for that old man if you guys stick around long enough,"

Mabel gave you a curious look when your words "that old man," came out of your mouth. "Well, how old are you?"

"Mabel!" Dipper harshly whispered.

"What! I'm just curious!"

You laugh. "You're bold, kid," you say, "I like it. I'm 52 this year,"

"Wow!" Mabel stared with wide eyes and mouth agape. "You look really young!"

"Kid, if you're trying get something free from me," you began, "it's working. You two are a pleasant change from ol' Gravity Falls. If you ever need anything for your weird adventures, you know where my shop is,"

"What sort of weird stuff do you sell here?" Dipper asked, peering around the shelves.

"Most of anything weird you can think of," you explain. "Live butterflies, demonic daggers, bidding boxes-- even got Dybbuk boxes,"

As Dipper and Mabel began to look around the shop, curious at the weird wonders your shelves held, the bell rang again at your door.

"Kids!" An unpleasant voice called out to the two. "What're ya doin' at this place?" Stan placed his hands on his hips while he stared down the kids.

"Ugh," you groan. "Mr. Pines, you know well enough you're not allowed within 100 feet of my shop!"

"My niece and nephew should know well enough they shouldn't be within 300 feet of this nut house!" Stan ushered the kids out before turning back to you. "Don't get these kids believin' a word of your nonsense! They shouldn't be anywhere near this,"

As he exited, you shouted. "It's not nonsense, Stan! I sell the real deals--!" The doors shut and you could now only watch the back of Stan lead Dipper and Mabel away from the shop. You clenched your fist and gritted your teeth. "He doesn't have a clue what he's saying,"

With their exit and your current frustrastions, you walked to your doors and locked them. You flipped your 'OPEN,' sign to instead display "CLOSED,' before pulling down your shutters and blocking the view of your shop.

"I liked him better when he acted sophisticated and smarter than everyone else,"

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》 END

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Gravity Falls x reader who owns like a reverse mystery shack, what do we think guys?

So the reader owns an actual occult shop with REAL mysteries and strange items that are ACTUALLY strange but is passed off as a hoax and fake and the reader is sooooo mad that The Mystery Shack is doing so well when all of that stuff is clearly fake lol

I think it would be really funny as a bitter rivalry between Stan and the reader. I would definitely do some Ford x reader too and FOR SURE; Bill x reader

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Family Reunion; Part II

Dad!Stanford Pines x GN!Reader (familial)

After spending three decades to get your dad back, you find yourself in more grief than when you first lost him.

CW: Negligence, emotional distress, not proof-read

"Who are you?"

Three words that managed to take the form of a dagger and stab you right in the heart. You stopped dead in your tracks-- the breath in your chest never seeming to be relieved. It escaped in uneven bumps and a quiet gasp. You could barely process Stan grabbing Ford by the shoulders, shaking him, yelling at him. The kids rushed to Stan, and the stranger they'd yet to be introduced to, in hopes of ending the aggressive exchange.

A slow and gentle hand placed itself on your shoulder. You looked at Soos, who held a pitiful expression. Ford and Stan had stopped fighting-- the prior having slowly walked to you. You stared at him and expressed the pain caused by his question in your face. The tears of joy had quickly become tears of grief.

"I-- I'm sorry, [Y/N]," an apology-- but not a nickname of the many he'd assigned to you as a child. "I didn't realise-- you've grown up so much. For a moment, I forgot I wouldn't be coming back to my little kid,"

That was enough for you. You wanted to throw your hands at him and embrace him until he felt the lack of breath you'd been feeling. You twitched to move-- but stopped and stared down at his hand, which was extended for a shaking.

"Wh--?" You breathed out.

"--It's-- it's nice to see you again," Ford stated. "I hope we can rebuild our... relationship,"

That handshake invaded your mind. Escaping the basement-- the warmth of the shake slowly escaped your skin. Taking the kids to bed while Ford and Stan discussed the plan for the summer-- pins and needles repeatedly stabbed your hand and flexed your fingers. You wiped your hand on your pants, hoping to remove the experience.

"[Y/N]," Dipper broke the trance, "are you okay? You look... really, really distracted,"

"Huh? What makes you say that?" You tried to play it off.

"You walked us to the other side of the shack instead of the attic," Dipper pointed out.

"Oh,"

"Oh my gosh!" Mabel exclaimed. "You're our cousin! I just realised! This is so awesome!"

You chuckled. "Yeah-- I guess, now, there's no use in keepin' the cat in the bag,"

You redirected the kids and focused on getting them to their room. "It's official now," Mabel began, "you're the coolest cousin ever, [Y/N],"

"Well, you guys are my favourite cousins," you said. "Say, ah, could you two get yourself to bed? I-- I want to, uh--,"

"--We understand," Dipper interrupted. "We'll get ourselves to the attic,"

You smiled at the two and they returned it before rushing off to the steps of their room. You take a deep breath and begin to slowly walk towards Ford's old room-- well, suppose it was going to be re-established as his room again.

You stopped and watched as Stan stormed out. His face was contorted with anger for a moment before his eyes landed on you. He relaxed and sighed.

"S-sorry kid," he stated. "Me n' Sixer pro'lly won't get along, ever. But, we're brothers! That sort'a thing always happens." He placed his hands on your shoulders. "Don't stress too much, you're his kid. You got this,"

You took in a deep and shaky breath. "Wh-- what if he doesn' want nothin' to do with me?" You began to cry. "I'm his kid, but I'm not a kid any more. What sort'a bonding are we s'posed to do!"

"Hey! What did I just say?" Stan stared at you sternly. "Don't stress it! You two will find a way-- you have to!"

You sniffled and wiped your tears on your shirt. "You're right," you croak. "Okay. You can go back to being grumpy-- this emotional stuff is freakin' me out," you joked.

Stan smiled and chuckled. "Don't gotta tell me twice!"

You two parted ways. You took in a more steady and confident breath of air before appearing in the doorway of Ford's room. You made eye contact with his reflection in the mirror. He paused his movements to process you before he turned awkwardly to properly face you.

"[Y/N]," his volume was low. "H--uh, how.. are you-- how are you doing?"

You lock your hands behind your back and take careful steps into the room. "I-- I am, okay," you respond. "How are... you?"

"I've been worse," Ford chuckled. "I'm not stuck fighting for my life in another dimension-- so, that's a plus,"

"Cool, cool." You bob your head. "Uh-- well, th--this is--? This is weird, right?"

Ford smiled and approached you. "Ah, yes, I was hoping you'd say something," you almost felt relieved with his words. "It's been such a-- a long time since we've seen each other. I've missed... everything,"

"Right! So-- so we should--!"

"--I will make it up to you!"

You froze in place. Your eyes darted around a moment. "What?"

"Holidays, birthdays, life events," Ford listed happily. "How old are you?"

"Uh--? I-I'm 38-- why--?"

"Well, the numbers for the cake of course!" Ford laughed, turning back to the mirror. "We'll celebrate what we missed-- when I have time, of course,"

"Ah--?" The words were still stewing. "Y-ya'know I-- I was thinkin' maybe we could just... what do you mean, when you have time?"

"There's a lot of clean-up to be done since the portal was re-opened," Ford explained. "Not just the pieces of the portal in the basement-- but the fabrics of reality!"

"W-Well, okay, yeah-- I knew there'd be, ah, consequences with the whole portal thing," you tried to be understanding. "But-- but, I don't think we need to celebrate anythin'-- can we just, talk?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" This time the words cut you right in the throat. The immediate aggressive response that came to mind never made it to tongue. "How are we supposed to bond over a simple meeting? Trust me, [Y/N], we'll be father-child bonding in no time!"

Rather than blood spill from your throat, everything you wanted to say went to the floor. You stared at his reflection in the mirror, jaw-dropped. He was still wearing his cheery smile while adjusting his jacket and turtleneck. Your hands had brought themselves forward and your fingers twisted into one another.

"Sure." You croak and turned away.

You found yourself fleeing the room. Quick steps dragging the rest of you out of there like there was an immediate danger to be avoided. Your thoughts raced through your mind in a similar manner. Every way that interaction could have gone-- everything you could have said-- everything you didn't say-- and worse of all; everything he didn't say.

A million questions were asked in your mind while you jammed your fingers into the vending machine keypad. Each step answered a question but left a thousand more in its wake.

You released a deep breath as you fell down onto your hammock bed. Every thought and question stored and thrown around your mind was released with that breath. A silence only broken by the ringing in your own ear.

You brought your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around your knees. As far as anyone knew, the silence in the basement was never disturbed. Not by the loud creaking of the vending machine door, not by the loud steps being used, not by the sound of the hammock nor the deep sigh, and certainly not by the sounds of suppressed sobs.

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》 END

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Currently plotting a part two for my "Family Reunion" fic (Dad!Ford x gn!reader)!!! Tryna figure out how the interaction would go and how devastating I can make it

I appreciate the one comment and the reblogs!!!! They're really motivating and I'm hoping soon I got the part two out

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Family Reunion

Stanford Pines x gn!reader (familial)

You are the kid of the author of The Journals. You've spent your adult life helping your uncle bring Stanford back. Finally, things have gone right and come together.

CW: Angst, bad writing (literally threw this together in 20 minutes,) short one-shot.

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30 years, and you were finally here. You were light in your feet-- watching intently as the portal swirled open and let out roars of energy. Stan was wrapped against the pipes-- Dipper and Soos were clinging to the walls. More importantly; Mabel was gripping onto the abort button, hand hovering over it while her tears streamed upwards.

You were stuck in the doorway, a breath also stuck in your chest. Your own tears threatened to break loose. "Please," you plead to the child. "Please, trust us!"

Mabel looked between you and Stan. The desperation between both of you was enough. "I trust you." She released the button-- the timer behind her reaching the final seconds.

"Mabel, what are you doing!?" Dipper screamed.

You couldn't hear anything anymore. The room shook-- the portal let out one final boom along with a flash of light. You could only feel your body hit the ground and the shaking come to a slow rumble.

You groan in pain and push yourself up off the ground. You manage to support yourself on a wall and look around the room. Parts of the portal were scattered around, along with the members of your family. Stan was face down on the ground, Dipper was rubbing his face, Mabel stayed down and groaned loudly, and Soos was sitting up.

A figure exited the portal as the light dimmed. His dark attire blended in with the environment-- damn near hard to see. You squint and watch him pick up your father's journal. Your eyes widen when his fingers align with the logo on the book.

"Who is that?" Dipper questioned whilst being helped up by Stan and Mabel.

"The author of the journals," Stan began. "My brother,"

"Dad," You say, astonished.

Ford removed his mask and stared at Stan-- his brows furrowed and his mouth warped downward into a frown. He was tense-- his hands were shaking. He stomped towards Stan-- who now had his arms open for an embrace.

"Finally! You're back!" Stan happily rushed to Ford. "Brother!"

You winced when Ford punched Stan-- the sound of the impact hurting your ears. "How could you open the portal!?" Ford began yelling. "Did you not see my warnings? This could have been disastrous!"

"Ow! What gives!?" Stan shook a fist at Ford. "It brought you back, didn't it? Besides, I didn't know about any warnings!"

Stan turned to you-- you, standing still. Your eyes wide-- your mouth agape. Your hand came to your mouth and your feet began to drag you towards the old Pines twins.

"Y-yeah, th-that was my bad," you whisper mindlessly.

Ford looked at you. His look was all too familiar-- albeit, a bit more grey and wrinkly. Your own brows furrowed when you recognised his look. Confusion.

"Who are you?"

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》 END

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Huge fan of breaking the timeline for a teen!reader reuniting with Dadford Pines, don't get me wrong!!!!

But imagine how much more devastating it would be if it DID follow the timeline!!?!??!

Child reader having to witness Ford and McGucket's whole thing and Bill possessing Ford and then watching Stan make your dad disappear!?!?!??!

AND THEN STAN HAVING TO RAISE YOU AND ALL YOU KNOW IS REVUILDING THE PORTAL TO AAUUUGGHHH

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I am so severely inactive but MAN. I am so invested in Gravity Falls right now. Since all the lore updates, I've had to rewatch GF two times 😭😭😭

I've been stalking the Stanford Pines tag along with its x reader variant and you guys are so creative. I love the Dadford Pines content its so devastating and I am so here for it!!!!!

I am gonna start writing for GF-- both x reader and x OC stuff. I am happily accepting any prompts or ideas for writing. I wanna post short stuff and long stories alike-- like headcanons and straight-up stories with several parts

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Organised

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A prompt was used to write this short-story. It is a hero x villain following the prompt. Thank you @writing-prompt-s for the amazing prompts! These always strike inspiration for me!

Content Warning: Swearing, violence, aggressive behaviour, implied corruption

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"Talk, Callisto!" The hero yelled through gritted teeth, pressing Callisto into the wall of the room.

"Whoa, Solar!" Callisto laughed, breathing heavily. "With these cuffs and collar, this does not feel like an interrogation." Callisto wiggled a suggestive brow.

Solar scoffed in disgust and pushed Callisto, letting go of the villain and taking a step back. "Arresting you was supposed to solve a majority of the crime problem, not make it worse," Solar stated. "What happened? Did you do something? Is this-- is this some sort of plan B?"

Callisto shifted but stayed close to the wall. "It was pretty elaborate, Solar," Callisto hummed. "Do you want me to tell you what I did?"

Solar's face twitched a moment before a quick response was made. "Yes. What--? Tell me."

"Sure!" Callisto chuckled and took a step forward. "I built a criminal empire. I put people in line-- no one fucked with The Giant Jupiter! Crime happened where I allowed it to happen, Solar."

Callisto paused and raised a curious brow at Solar, who stared on with confused and furrowed brows. A moment passed with Callisto growing more and more amused, a grin spreading to show this.

Finally, Solar took a step back with a realising shock taking over. "Hang on--." Another step back. "--Are you--? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Dead serious, Solar." Callisto smiled widely. "I was an important pillar that you and yours pulled out from under the building. Now, it's falling apart,"

"Now everything-- everyone is out of control," Solar breathed out.

"There was method to my madness, Solar, you can see that now," Callisto responded. "I was wondering how long it was going to take you guys to figure it out before coming to me." Callisto gave a head toss and a click of the tongue. "Bold of me to assume you'd figure it out without me, I guess."

"We had our theories," Solar spat, insulted by the villain's comment. "Do you have a heart, Callisto?" Solar approached again, this time slowly.

Callisto took a step away and was once again back against the wall, this time without Solar helping. "I had the heart to tell you where you went wrong," Callisto joked. "It's circumstancial,"

"That's going to have to change," Solar was now face-to-face-- chest-to-chest, with Callisto. "You're going to help us put things back to normal,"

Callisto smiled. "You're willing to put me back in the streets?" Callisto quirked a brow. "Defeats the whole purpose of jailing me, doesn't it?"

"Obviously, we aren't going to let you run loose," Solar scoffed. "We'll monitor you, keep you in line."

Callisto's smile dropped and was replaced with an unamused look. "You want me to work for the heroes, is what you're telling me," Callisto said, tone laced with disgust. "Why would I do that? I would see myself more entertained from the cell, watching the consequences of your actions."

"Bold to assume you'd have a choice in the matter, Callisto." Solar reached out and placed firm hands on Callisto's shoulders. "It would be better if you cooperated-- would make it a lot easier for the both of us."

Callisto was tense now and hissed in pain, squirming at Solar's burning touch. "You--! You can't use your--!"

"--Don't you-- you of all people-- don't tell me what I can and can't do." Solar pressed harder. "This is just a little taste."

Callisto tried to squeeze away-- but Solar blocked any opportunity. "A-AGH--! S-Stop--!" Callisto cried out, now reaching with restrained hands to try and pull Solar away.

Callisto's hands didn't do anything but burn upon touching Solar's hands. More moments of Callisto's yells passed, growing into painful screams. Finally, Solar released Callisto and casually walked back to the exit door.

The villain dropped to the ground and rolled over, groaning in pain. "Do consider that for a moment," Solar joked while smirking. "We will be back to retrieve you when it's time."

Solar knocked on the door and waited. Callisto was still on the floor, trying to recover from the burns that still lingered. "I--I'll be waiting," Callisto released a heavy breath. "You're going to regret this, Solar."

"The plan is that you'll regret everything leading up to the end, Callisto." The door opened for Solar. Callisto was barely able to raise a head to catch a glimpse of Solar's exiting form.

The door slammed, and Callisto was alone. Soon, guards would enter to transport the villain back to the cell. Callisto sat up.

Callisto, if possible, could admit that a certain fear twinged inside. Solar was serious-- Callisto had never seen, or felt, Solar use any considerably torturous techniques to get anything. This was new.

Callisto couldn't help but let a smile slip.

Solar was becoming Callisto.

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Pilot, pt. 1

Supernatural, Resident Evil AU

7 years after Raccoon City, Leon S. Kennedy settles down in California with his girlfriend, Jessica, in hopes of leaving his old life behind. The past, however, isn't finished with him yet. Leon discovers this in a visitation from his brother, who comes bearing bad news.

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.***. Indicates a time skip, whilst --- indicates a POV switch.

Warning(s): Swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of su¡cide, mentions of murder, physical & verbal fighting, mentions of paranormal entities, cops, gun description, mentions of blood, potential typos & poor writing.

Word Count: 3,295

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"No Halloween spirit, babe?" The voice of Leon's girlfriend called out playfully.

"Eh, never celebrated." Leon shrugged while typing on his computer. "Don't see the point."

"The point is that it's fun!" Jessica chuckled, emerging from the closet in her 'sexy nurse' outfit. "At least come to the party with me?"

Jessica approached and wrapped her arms around Leon's shoulders, interrupting his work. "Ah-- I dunno.." Leon leaned back into her touch. "Won't it be lame if I'm there without a costume?"

"Of course not! Besides," she leaned down and pecked his cheek. "You're dressed as my boyfriend." She joked.

Leon scoffed and shook his head. "I dress like this all the time," he pointed out.

"Lucky me," she giggled.

Leon laughed a bit. "Fine, I'll go," he relented. "Free food and beer does sound appealing."

"The food and beer? Really?" Jessica feigned offense. "What about spending time with me?"

"Yeah, I'll always look forward to that-- but especially with free food and beer." Leon nodded and joked.

.***.

"Leon!" Jessica laughed loudly at the table.

Their friends laughed as well at Leon's joke. "What?!" Leon snorted. "It's true!"

"Don't be so harsh on yourself," Jessica wrapped her arm around his neck and turned to the group. "Leon here is on track to become a surgeon!"

'Oh's and 'ah's responded to Jessica's boast but Leon shook his head and scoffed. "I still need to do residency, school again, and then residency again," Leon explained. "That's still, like, another 80 years." He joked while chuckling.

"Hey, you made it through the first 20 of medical school," Luke, one of the friends at the table, remarked jokingly. "More than what some can say."

"Got me there." Leon sighed, taking a sip from his red solo cup. "I'm not gonna celebrate too early, though."

"Thinkin' of gettin' kicked out already?" Travis, the blonde male next to Luke, laughed while joking.

Everyone snickered and let out their own boasts of laughter. "Shit, maybe," Leon sarcastically remarked.

The night went on. There was a lot of drinking on Jessica's end and the friends at the table. Leon took it slow, seeing as he would most likely be the designated driver. The last thing he wanted was his friends or girlfriend to be his first patients.

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A loud clatter shook Leon awake. He shot up from bed, looking around the dark room. He paused his movements and breathing to listen better. His girlfriend's shuffling and groggy groan as she also slowly rose up entered Leon's ears.

"Babe..? What is it?" She let out a heavy breath.

"I think--." An even louder bang and shatter startled them both. Leon jumped out of bed. "--Stay here, Jess! Don't come out until I come and get you, alright?"

"Leon--?!" Jessica, now fully awake, gave a whispered shout.

Leon was up and out the door. Just before he left and shut the room, he grabbed a wooden baseball bat from besides his bed. 

Leon stepped quietly onto his floorboards, avoiding the ones he knew that creaked. He passed by his dining table, peering barely into the kitchen. The back door was wide open with its accompanying window shattered to bits.

A dark, fast moving shadow pulled Leon's eyes into the main kitchen. His pace quickened towards the intruding figure, yet still maintaining his stealth.

Leon stopped at the turn into the kitchen. He held the bat up, prepared to swing at any threat. He took a breath.

Leon turned the corner and was immediately met with the shadowy figure. Leon reflexively brought the bat down, but it was grabbed swiftly by the figure.

"AUGH--!" Leon grunted.

The intruder tossed the bat aside and instead sent his fists at Leon. They were both quick. The first hit landed, sending Leon backward slightly, but the second fist Leon caught.

Leon pulled the figure towards himself and threw him to the ground.

"ACK--!" The Intruder's moan of pain as he hit the ground was loud.

With the intruder on the ground and Leon still holding his arm, Leon placed his foot on the man's chest and pulled his arm forward.

"AAHH--!" The intruder yelled out.

He grabbed Leon's foot with his free hand and pushed it to the side while moving his chest the opposite side. Leon's foot stomped onto the floor and the intruder pulled further.

Leon lost his balance and began to fall, letting go of the intruders arm in the process. The intruder rolled out of Leon's line of collapse and popped up just as Leon hit the floor.

Leon moved to get back up but the intruder placed himself atop Leon. The intruder grabbed Leon's hands and pinned them against Leon's chest.

When the intruder leaned down, a porch light glaring in from outside illuminated his face.

"You're getting rusty, Leon." His face was familiar.

"Eugene?" Leon furrowed his brows and stared at Eugene, bewildered.

"Nice seein' ya--! AH--!"

Leon used Eugene's grip to throw the latter off of him and to the ground next to himself. Leon was now the one on top of Eugene, one fist gripping Eugene's collar and the other raised.

"What're you doing in my house?!" Leon breathed out heavily.

"What, big brother can't visit his lil brother?" Eugene asked rhetorically with a chuckle.

Leon released Eugene and lowered his fist. They both were breathing heavily. Leon began removing himself from Eugene and the latter began scooting himself out from under Leon.

"Ever heard of calling?" Leon questioned, growing frustrated. "Knocking, even!? You don't just break in, Gene!"

Eugene sat up and brought his knees up for his arms to rest on. "Barely found where you live, man," Eugene explained. "Didn't exactly get life updates after you left, either."

"For good reason, Gene." Leon stood up fully and offered his hand to Eugene. "What do you want?"

"Well--." Eugene accepted Leon's hand and groaned as he stood up. He opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted.

Jessica had snuck up on them and smacked a broom handle into Eugene's head, earning a loud groan of pain from him.

"Jess!" Leon put his hands up to his startled girlfriend. "It's okay! It's Eugene-- my brother."

"Your--?" She released an exasperated breath. "Your brother? Your brother broke into our house?"

Eugene rubbed his head and turned to Jessica. "Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled and put his hand out to here to shake. "Nice to meet ya-- good to see Leon has some taste."

Jessica lowered the broom and hesitantly shook Eugene's hand. "Nice to meet you, too... What brings you here?"

"Ah-- I was just about to tell Leon," Eugene looked to his brother. "It's better it stays between us, though, so..." He tried prompting for Jess to leave or for Leon to have her leave.

"No." Leon moved past Eugene and stood next to Jessica, putting his arm around her. "Whatever you have to say, you can say to both of us."

Eugene sucked on his teeth, clicked his teeth, then pressed his lips into a thin line before speaking. "Alright, then." He smacked his hands on his thighs. "Dad's missing. He went on a hunt a few weeks ago and been gone since."

Leon's confident expression slowly fell into shock with a hint of horror. "Jess, please go back to our room..."

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"When's the last you heard from him?" Leon questioned.

"In Jericho, he was workin' a case," Eugene responded. "Didn't tell me anything, now he's gone."

Leon scoffed and shook his head. "Dad-- he disappears all the time. I'm sure he'll be back in a couple of weeks."

Eugene sighed. "Here's the last message he sent me." Eugene pulled out his phone, flipping it open and tapping at the keyboard. He held it up to Leon for him to hear.

"Gene, case here is getting deep. I'm not sure how long it'll be-- just don't come lookin' for me."

Their father's voice came through in a voicemail along with ear scratching static. "So? It just proves my point." Leon remarked.

Eugene raised a brow. "You didn't hear her?" He questioned vaguely. Eugene replayed the message.

"... I'm not sure how long it'll be--... 'I can never go home...'--just don't come lookin' for me."

An eerie female voice whimpered quietly behind John's voice.

"An EVP." Leon muttered, now thinking into it.

"I think dad was lookin' into some missin' and murdered boys in Jericho," Eugene began explaining. "Probably somethin' weird goin' on there-- dad might need our help."

"Gene, you know I--." Leon let out a deep breath that scraped his throat. "I don't do that anymore. I just want a normal, safe, life."

"That's not really an option for hunters, Leon." Eugene snickered, as though Leon had told a bad joke. "Besides, we'll just spend the weekend there. How's that sound?"

Leon slowly nodded. "I have to be back by Monday for my internship for residency." Leon pointed at Eugene. "If you can't promise I'll be back on Monday, you can just forget about this."

Eugene put his hands up in celebration. "Of course! By Monday, I'm sure we'll have found dad and you'll be back to do your doctor stuff!"

"Okay, fine," Leon finally gave in. "I'll go with you to find dad."

"Super!" Eugene gave Leon a wide smile.

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"Your dad's missing?" Jess followed Leon around their bedroom as he packed his things into a bag. "On--on a hunting trip?"

"Yeah-- Gene thinks he might be in some trouble," Leon didn't sound too enthusiastic nor worried. "I'll just be gone for the weekend-- will you be alright?"

"Of course, Leon. It's your dad-- even if he's fine it's good to make sure." Jessica nodded reassuringly. "I'll be here when you get home."

Leon sighed and turned to Jess. "Alright." He hugged her and melted in when she embraced him back. "I love you."

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   Jericho, California

Gene's car was parked next to a convenient store/gas station. Leon was sitting in the passenger seat, sifting through a box of cassettes while Eugene exited the store with a few bags of chips and a granola bar in his mouth.

Eugene pulled the bar from his mouth. "Snacks?" He hollered at Leon, holding up the bags of consumables.

Leon scoffed and turned away. "No, thanks." He frustratedly threw some cassettes back into the box. "How did you even pay for any of that? You and dad still running your credit card scams?"

"Being a monster killer isn't the highest paying job, Leon." Eugene tossed the snacks into the back seat through the open window. "Not like we're stealing the cards-- they send 'em to us."

Eugene removed the gas hose from his vehicle and placed it back onto the pump.  "Oh yeah?" Leon scoffed again, growing more and more disappointed. "What names did you two write on the applications this time?"

"Uh..." Eugene hummed while making his way to the driver's side, prompting Leon to shut his door. "Shh... Jacob Lorde and his son, Joaquin." Eugene smirked at Leon with a chuckle.

Eugene entered and shut the door. "Sounds about right." Leon looked back at the cassettes. "And-- ugh, dude, you need to update your cassettes."

Eugene turned the car on and stared at Leon with a puzzled look. "What's wrong with them?"

"For one thing, they're cassettes." Leon held one up. "And-- Metallica? Guns n' Roses? Mötley Crüe?"

Eugene swiped the Mötley Crüe tape that Leon held up. "C'mon now, Leon, remember the rules." Eugene jammed the tape into his player. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake-hole."

Eugene turned the music up and began driving, ignoring any comments Leon may or may not have had.

After about 20 minutes of driving and nearing Jericho, police cars and officers came into view. Eugene smacked Leon's chest and slowed the car.

Eugene stopped about two or three yards away. He parked the car, turned it off, and opened the glove compartment. Several sleeves, pouches, and documents scattered the compartment. Eugene rustled through for a moment before emerging with two badges.

One badge had Eugene's face while the other had Leon's. Leon looked shocked at the badges, unsure of what they were preparing to do.

"C'mon, let's go." Eugene smiled, opened the door, and stepped out.

Leon stuttered a moment. He hesitated and fumbled with the car door before opening it and following Eugene.

The confidence in Eugene's stride allowed them through the yellow tape and towards the crime scene. The two officers there were discussing when Eugene interrupted.

"Wasn't there one like this last month?" He questioned, inspecting the car.

"Who're you?" The deputy peered up at Leon and Eugene, confused.

"Federal Marshals." Eugene flashed his badge and tucked it away.

"Bit young to be marshals, aren't you?" The Deputy questioned, suspicious of the two.

Eugene laughed. "Thanks, awfully kind of you." He approached the car and lowered himself to look into the backseat. "Y'all had one just like this one, yeah?"

"Yeah, right." The deputy confirmed, watching Eugene carefully. "'Bout'a mile up the road. There's been others before that, too."

Leon nodded. "And the victim, you knew him?" He finally piped up and asked the deputy. "

"Course. Town like this? Everybody knows everyone." He nodded, now looking to Leon.

"Connections? Between all the victims, what's the pattern?" Eugene circled the car, radiating a cocky attitude that made Leon want to scoff. "Other than them all being male."

"Other than that? No," the deputy responded. "Not as far as we can tell."

"Any theories, then?" Leon slowly joined Eugene in his inspection.

"To be frank, we don't know," the deputy shrugged. "Serial murders? Kidnapping rings?"

"About as much scouting as you can expect from pigs--!" Eugene chuckled but bit his tongue as Leon stomped on his foot to stop him.

"Thank you for your time." Leon pulled Eugene away. "Gentlemen."

The two brothers exited the crime scene, earning a perplexed look from the deputy. Leon shook his head and sighed deeply, placing his hand on his forehead. Eugene walked behind and wait a short distance before rushing up and smacking Leon's head.

"Ow!" Leon rubbed the spot for a moment and caught up with the now leading Eugene. "What did you do that for!?" He gave sharp whispers.

"For stomping on me, asshole!" Eugene glanced back at him, but kept his brisk pace.

"Wouldn't have done it if you didn't talk to cops like that!" Leon spat at Eugene.

Eugene stopped and spun around to face Leon. "Don't be like that, Leon. They're cops-- and they don't really know what's goin' on." Eugene held a sarcastic smile and squinted eyes. "It's just us-- and if we're gonna find dad we aren't gonna be relying on deadbeat cops to help us."

Leon cleared his throat and peered behind Eugene. The latter turned around and met with three other figures. Two taller, bulkier looking men ,and one around his own height and on the heavier side.

"Evening, gentlemen." Eugene plastered on a fake smile.

"Can I help you boys?" The older and heavier one asked rhetorically.

"No, no, we were just leavin'." Eugene began his slow trek as the two taller man walked around him and Leon. "Skully, Mulder." Eugene nodded to them as they passed.

The brothers walked around the older man-- whose name plaque was labelled with the name 'Pierce.' They continued on with their bickering, unaware that Pierce was already not too fond of them. He turned to watch their backs exit with a scowl on his face.

.***.

"Bet that's her?" Eugene asked, vaguely pointing at a lady pinning posters to walls for a missing persons.

"Yeah," Leon muttered

"Amy?" Eugene approached

"Yeah?" The lady glanced at Leon and Eugene and continued putting her posters up.

"Troy told us about you-- we're his uncles." Eugene introduced with a softer smile. "I'm Gene, this is Leon."

"Troy never mentioned any uncles." Amy dismissed them and continue down her path of poster posting.

Eugene chuckled and followed beside her. "That's Troy for ya," he remarked sarcastically. "Don't blame him-- we're not around much. Live up in Modesto."

"Doesn't mean we don't care," Leon stated. "We're looking for him too and we've been asking around." Leon stepped up and in front of both Eugene and Amy, stopping the small trek.

Another lady rushed up to Amy. "You alright?" She brushed Amy's arm, worried.

Amy looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Mind if we ask some questions?" Leon asked, curious.

Amy nodded and the group of four made their way into the nearby shop. They sat at a booth table and gave Amy a moment.

"I was on the phone with Troy," she began. "He was driving home-- he'd said he would call me right back. And-- well, uh, he never did.." Her voice cracked slightly but she recovered well.

"Did Troy say anything strange or abnormal?" Leon quirked his head

"No, no-- uh," she sighed. "Nothing that I can remember."

"The way Troy vanished-- somethin' ain't right about it." Eugene shook his head and released a breath through his nose. "If you've heard anything..." 

Eugene raised a brow at them and peered at both of them. Both the ladies shared glances, communicating that maybe they knew something.

"What is it?" Eugene asked.

"Well, it's just, I mean," Amy's friend stammered, unsure of how to phrase it. "With all these guys going missing, people talk."

"What do they talk about?" Both Leon and Eugene asked at the same time, paying no mind to it.

The ladies however paused for a moment. "I-it's kind of this local legend," she began again. "Decades ago, this one girl gets murdered out on, like, Centennial. Supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes-- whoever picks her up, they disappear forever."

Leon and Eugene looked to one another, knowing now the details they needed.

.***.

The brothers moved to a public library with a computer. Eugene was sat in front of it, typing away at the keyboard. He moved the mouse and clicked.

The screen showed zero results for Eugene's search. Eugene sighed, deleted some of what he was searching, and tried again-- typing in something slightly different. Again, zero results.

"Let me try--." Leon reached out but his hand was slapped away but Eugene.

"--I got it!" Eugene interrupted.

Eugene went to try again, but Leon grabbed Eugene's rolly chair and pushed it away. Leon pulled his chair to the computer and placed his hand on the mouse.

"Dude!" Eugene scooted back over and smacked Leon's backside. "Talk about being a control freak."

Leon scoffed and focused on the computer. "Angry spirits are born out of-- ah-- of violent deaths, right?" Leon began his thought process out loud.

"Yeah," Eugene confirmed.

"Maybe-- maybe it's not murder." Leon deleted Eugene's search and began typing in his own search.

>'Female suicide centennial.'

The page loaded for a moment longer than it had for Eugene. When it loaded, it revealed the one result it could produce. Impressed, Eugene nodded.

"This was 1981." Leon clicked on the article and began to read from it. "Marguerite Baker, 24-years-old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

"Say why she jumped?" Eugene peered at the article but didn't read it.

"Yeah." Leon responded, but not giving the reason. In fact, he released a heavy breath.

"What?" Eugene questioned, leaning in further.

"An hour before they found her, she called 9-1-1. Her two little kids are in the bathtub," Leon read off. "She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing."

"They're dead," Leon continued. "Our babies were gone, and Marguerite just couldn't bear it," Leon read the quote from Jack Baker, Marguerite's husband.

"That bridge look familiar?" Eugene pointed at the image of the bridge in question.

To Be Continued.....

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Thanks for reading, hopefully I kept Leon in character while adding some of Sam's charm. I'll post part 2 shortly after! Sorry, too, if formatting was bad, I was posting from my phone rather than my laptop-- currently moving still.